The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. The Lost Boys sit in a semi-circle, wide-eyed and leaning forward, while Wendy perches on a low log, her blue dress catching the flicker of the flames. Lanterns sway from the trees above, and the air smells faintly of pine, smoke, and the distant sea.

“Now listen closely,” she begins, her voice soft but lively, “because this isn’t just any story… it’s about a boy who can fly, a girl who dares to follow him, and the secrets that hide between the stars and the second star to the right.”

Peter Pan, of course, is sitting on a nearby branch, legs dangling, arms crossed, a small grin tugging at his lips. He pretends to ignore her, but his eyes sparkle with amusement.

“The boy in the story,” Wendy continues, leaning forward, “was clever and daring — but even the cleverest sometimes stumble. And when he does…” Her eyes flick to Peter, and she smirks. “…he finds someone brave enough to lift him up again. Someone who believes in him even when the skies turn dark.”

The Lost Boys gasp softly. A few snuggle closer to her, drawn into the magic of her words.

“And that girl,” Wendy says, voice softening, “she flies with him over cliffs, through clouds, and past the jaws of pirates. She holds his hand when the wind tries to push him down, and she tells stories so bright that even the stars pause to listen.”

Peter shifts, pretending to yawn, but he can’t hide the faint blush that creeps across his cheeks.

“Tonight,” Wendy whispers, leaning back against the log, “is just like that story. Because all of you,” she gestures to the Lost Boys and then to Peter, “are part of the tale. Every adventure, every daring flight, every laugh — it belongs in the story of Neverland.”

She pauses, letting the fire crackle fill the silence. Then, with a small smile, she adds: “And Peter… if you ever get tired of flying alone, remember — the story always has room for one more hand to hold.”

The Lost Boys cheer softly, and Peter smirks, hiding a grin behind his hand, but his eyes stay on Wendy, the girl who tells stories that feel like magic.